[vi has managed to walk down the stairs (it feels like a lot of stairs) - a feat in and of itself, and she's reached the bottom before palamedes arrives. she can't remember if he's been here before? using the thinkmeats ...hurts. so she sinks into a chair in the front room (which is where sansa does fittings, many of her swatches and embroideries on display) and waits, head in hands. if she squeezes hard enough maybe she can keep her brains in. her thoughts stilled.
slight exaggeration, but it feels legit.
she can feel her pulse in her palms as she sits. and when she hears an expected voice outside the door, she trudges toward it, opening, blinking into whatever light there is. she looks as bad as she feels.]
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slight exaggeration, but it feels legit.
she can feel her pulse in her palms as she sits. and when she hears an expected voice outside the door, she trudges toward it, opening, blinking into whatever light there is. she looks as bad as she feels.]
Hey doc.
[steps back to let him inside.]